Better Call Saul, Season 2

[Mike is sitting at a diner when Hector Salamanca walks in and approaches his booth.]

Hector:
Mind if I join you?

[Hector sits across from Mike. Fran, the waitress, comes to the booth.]

Fran:
Hi. What can I get you?

Hector:
Coffee, black.

Fran:
It's coming right up.

[Fran leaves. Hector observes the bruises on Mike's face left by Tuco.]

Hector:
Mmm. He really did a number on you.

Mike:
Sorry, I know you?

Hector:
The young man who did that to you is my nephew. Hothead, always has been. He thinks he's a boxer. He should have shown you respect. I apologize to you on behalf of my family.

Mike:
Apology accepted.

Hector:
And you know what? He should go to jail. Best thing for him, teach him respect for his elders. But not for eight years. Less, much less.

[Fran comes back to pour Hector's coffee.]

Hector:
You see where I'm getting at?

Mike:
Not really.

Hector:
The gun charge, that's eight years he's going away, maybe ten. Aggravated assault, the gun, plus he got your wallet.

Mike:
That's right.

Hector:
I would like for you to tell the police that the gun was yours.

Mike:
Would you?

Hector:
Eh, you're both a little hot under the collar about whether you bump his car or not, but there was a scuffle and uh, he got your gun.

Mike:
My gun?

Hector:
Your gun from your pocket, he got it and that's how his prints got on it.

Mike:
Then I'd be subject to the gun charge.

Hector:
You're an ex-cop. They go easy on you.

Mike:
So, you're a psychic.

Hector:
I even twist Tuco's ear, make him apologize, and he serves for battery, nothing else. [beat] I'm looking for the best possible outcome for everybody... and, for your trouble, you take home $5,000.

[Hector rises from his seat, leaves a tip, and begins to walk away]

Hector:
Think about it.